Ma'chelle stood on the balcony of her room watching the hues of the evening drift by. An errant breeze made the light blue satin fabric of her light night gown dance along the rising gooseflesh that rose upon her pale skin. A seagull cried out over the loud din of the lush hotel party on the floors below. A small galaxy of bubbles spun and whorled in the glass of pink champagne she held deftly between her fingers. The sudden movement from the queen sized bed behind her made Ma'chelle jump.
Red silk sheets slipped and slid along the curves and valleys of her lover's body as it rose from the various lush pillows and cushions of the bed.
"Ma'chelle . . .come back to bed. The party can wait, and you don't have to go back to work for another two days." The figure shook out a head full of midnight waist long curls, as her smile seemed to glow in the waning daylight; as did the light green eyes that contrasted exotically against chocolate brown skin.
Ma'chelle turned and faced her. I still have an hour and half with you, Aeris. Bed can wait."
Aeris stood up, allowing the sheet to be the only cover she wore. She sauntered over to a room service cart and fished the bottle of champagne from the silver bucket of half-melted ice. A black furred tail curled about her ankles. Faint gray tiger's stripes marked her smooth flesh. Long sharp nails, painted the same crimson as her lipstick, slowly stroked the bottle's neck. Her ears were humanoid, save for the tips, which were long and pointed with fine black fur near the tops. Seven diamond studs gleamed as they twitched with impatience.
"You think too much, Papillion. Whenever you come here, you order me, then you spend our last bit of time just staring up into the stars from whence you had come."
Ma'chelle laughed to herself. It was true; she did have work on her mind, even when her intent was pleasure. In the old days when she first met Aeris they would spend weeks together, Ma'chelle always paying double for her deft talents.
"You human always seem to have the weight of the worlds on your shoulders", Aeris purred as she lifted a flute of pink champagne to her lips. "You need to learn how to relax more."
"Business before pleasure, love. Never forget that", murmured Ma'chelle as she threw her own glass over the balcony and came behind Aeris. She wrapped her arms about Aeris' waist. "Once I stop working, I stop thinking about work." Her light brown eyes drifted over to the large black plastic case over in the corner that contained the tools of her dangerous trade. But for now. . .
"I will ask your boss for another eight hours. I owe it to you." Ma'chelle nuzzled Aeris' neck, her voice husky with the unspoken promises of a night's unrest.
Aeris sighed deeply and began to purr. "Merci beacoup, darling. Remember me when you come back from your 'business."
Ma'chelle chuckled in the swiftly darkening room as she pulled her lover towards the empty bed. "Enough talk, for I have precious little time."